Ran Yan finished writing the gift list and handed it to the butler before turning her eyes towards the approaching visitor.
The visitor was an elderly man over seventy years old, clad in a gray-brown cross-collared robe that hung loosely on his gaunt frame, draped with a light gray cloak, his back slightly hunched, leaning on a pear wood cane. His hair was sparsely white, neatly tied at the top of his head with a sandalwood hairpin inserted. Despite his faltering steps, his scholarly elegance was apparent, indicating that he was unquestionably a man of great learning.
"It's Master Feng Chengsu's copy. May I know who you are?" Ran Yan observed the elder's pale complexion, the slightly swollen face on a skeletal frame indicating that he was not in good health.
The old man let out a sigh, his hoarse voice carrying the characteristic tremble of old age, "This humble one's surname is Yu."
